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  perfect lips trace the goosebumps emerging along her neck, but his fangs do not find home in her flesh. his breath is methodical and artificially warm, but it's a familiar sensation more than anything, allowing the fledgling to melt backward into his arms. she can pretend its not a monster attached to the clawed hands she's guiding further down her golden-brown skin. 

  "that's it," his voice is velvet in her ear, soft-spoken praise that would make anyone feel special. he knows the power he has, but today's lesson is not for him, and his guidance comes with no strings attached. 

  it is what he said it was: he simply wanted to teach them how to feel good again. 

  "we aren't often conscious of how cold we are, but you'll feel the warmth radiating out soon." 

  a promise from kalani, however trivial, was always one with an inherent heft to it. his words were far from empty, and he hardly ever spoke unless he knew what he was saying to be true. he was always able to leverage even the weakest of angles. though she doesn't believe him at first, the warmth bubbles up anyway. 

  sloane can feel her chest rise and fall for the first time since her humanity circled that hungry drain. calling upon the blood of her sire, the red ichor rears its head and rushes through her, and she can feel the force of it moving through her body. the hyperawareness given to her own bloodstream isn't exactly a turn-on, so she wrinkles her nose as her body reanimates itself. 

  "good," kalani coos, claws dragging lightly over her ribs, then angling to hold her sides. "you're so beautiful," another promise, "anyone in the world would want you." 

  and maybe they will, one day. maybe the tv will become a lighthouse in the dark for millions, her smile their guiding light home. 

  sloane is amazed that she feels winded as saliva-slick fingers rub against where she needs it most. kalani refuses to help, too entranced by his new fledgling's dedication to her own craft. he's also increasingly certain that ms. calloway is a hands-on learner. 

  "how do you feel?" 

  any simple mortal or vampire would moan and sputter out their response. kalani has heard it all, but what he hasn't heard is sloane's steady answer: 

  "i feel wonderful. i want to know what it's like to finish." 

  kalani shevet doesn't choose those that are simple. 

  his smile could be predatory, if he were any more of a monster. instead, it's charming, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to her shoulder. 

  "not yet." 

  it's a challenge more than it is a punishment. how long can she last? will her humanity guide her instincts? how much control over her blood does she have? for now, it seems to be a lot of control, but what happens when that's put to the test? flushed cheeks and desperate movements against her own clit keep bringing her closer to the edge. their body jolts when they find a particular angle that turns old lights back on. her vision swims with the stars of pleasure.   

  "kali," she practically purrs that nickname reserved only for her use, tilting her face to meet his gaze. he awards them his attention, smile simple. 

  "yes, my dearest?" 

  "will they love me?" 

  his laugh makes her stomach swoop. 

  "could they do anything but? they'll worship the ground you walk on, my dear. they'll hang onto every word you say. you were destined for so much more than their world." sloane gasps softly, stilling the blood flow to stave off that release. kalani's eyebrow twitches appreciatively, rewarding his fledgling with another kiss, this time to her lips. "you're absolutely radiant. they'll be blessed just by laying unworthy eyes on you." 

  when she starts her movements up against, the tension builds much faster, and sloane squirms. she needs it, release is so close. 

  "thank you, my dear. but. . ." 

  kalani knows what she'll ask, but it's always important to be able to speak for yourself, lest someone fill the silence with answers for you. he waits until they try again. 

  "i want to come."

  "are you asking me?" 

  "yes."  

  "well, not quite yet," he guides, grin wide and unwavering. he's already decided she needs more training. "i'd like you to drop it and continue again." 

  sloane doesn't pout or whine, but she will push herself out of his arms. the chair in the hotel across from them is calling to her, and she slumps into the gray cloth. from his place on the bed, kalani can't feel how sloane's body loses it's heartbeat again, but he can smell when the blood no longer forces itself through her veins. their matching smiles are unsatisfied. the fledgling silently meets their maker's eyes. he nods once, expectantly: she's free to continue! 

  but sloane is more than someone's pornography! they snap their fingers and point to the floor in front of them. they are in no place to command him, but kalani is inclined to humor them, slipping onto the floor before her. those smooth hands help spread her legs open, but he doesn't lick where he'd like. he kisses her thigh and nods again. 

  "rouse your blood again. give yourself what you've earned." 

  it's her turn for a predator drive smile, long fingers sliding up and down herself while she kicks her blood back into gear. kalani seems to approve, kissing her inner thigh again.

  "everyone will love you. you are a star, sloane, use your blood to indulge like one."  

  that heat seeps out from her core and spreads back out into her limbs. it concentrates around her groin, meeting warmed up fingers where she's wettest. sloane sighs and shudders, her left hand arcing inward until she can slip two fingers inside. she pumps and curls inside of herself, earning kalani a new melody of her desire. 

  "gorgeous. good girl, so lovely for me." 

  he doesn't even need to be the one touching her to spurn her on. a groan lets itself loose from sloane's throat, and she buzzes and trembles as she finally brings herself back to the edge. if her soft huffing was any indication, this feels even better than when she was alive. although it's hardly comparable, in control of her blood allows her to flood her heightened senses with nothing but her own climax. 

  when she teeters, kalani hums his permission enthusiastically. 

  "indulge." 

  the kiss and the embrace come with many new sensations. everything else pales in comparison to the feeling of that first drink, but under kalani's gaze, sloane is happy to discover the next best thing. two fingers mercilessly circle her clit, while two more press in and out. she doesn't let herself stop until she finally soars into oblivion, body convulsing and trembling as if she were alive. television static overtakes their vision as they push themself through it, all while urging their own blood through their body. 

  sloane isn't sure if she truly could have lost her soul when the pleasure consuming her feels so damn good. her sire watches in undivided interest, claws gently drawing lines into quivering thighs. 

  "let go." 

  the fledgling's head is too far lost in the clouds to resist his blue-tinged words— of course they obey! what is there to hold onto, anyway? 

  not stopping her movements quite yet, sloane can feels something sticky coat her finger in a mild bursts. when they're finally able to open their eyes, their sire's irises are more like slits. they both watch in vested interest as her fingers slip out from where she's pulsing, adorned with blood up to her knuckles. kalani doesn't look away from the prize, but his words are more raspy than normal. his voice is less his own. 

  "may i?" 

  sloane's woozy grin forms around an ecstatic yes, and the older ventrue takes their bloodied fingers into his mouth. his eyes appear devout as he meets theirs, cheeks hallow as he savors every last drop of his protege's promising potential. 

  he knew he chose right. sloane knows it too, which is why, basking in the afterglow, she asks: 

  "what else can i do with my blood?" 

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  the way her mistress' forked tongue licks against her new piercing sends a full-body shudder through her. maeve has always been one of ouroboros' more adventurous gorgons, and the owner of the club loves to reward curiosity. 

  ouroboros' arms jingle with a collection of bracelets and bangles when she repositions herself. she's careful not to tangle them up with her ghoul's full-body chain jewelry that could hardly classify as clothes. it was an expensive gift, but maeve looks gorgeous decorated in gold. really, she looks stunning in anything that ouroboros puts her in. that's part of her job! the vampire's fingertips find a crescent moon charm, silver and small, and she rubs around the shape of it two, three times with her thumb. her smirk widens. 

  "you've been with me for 30 years now, is that right?" 

  "yes, ma'am." 

  "and have you enjoyed your time here?" 

  "more than anything." 

  that earns her another lick, the sting of the new piercing making the pleasure burn even sweeter. maeve sighs and grabs for the satin sheets, thighs trembling. she's an absolute sight. ouroboros can hear the moon in her ear, gentle but exact.  

  you could swallow her whole.

  shush, now. she's a pretty lil' thing, smart too. i'd like to keep her for another 30 years at least.

  i want to see her. 

  "maeve, my darling, would you mind opening the curtain? she wants to see you."

  the doll's eyebrows twitch once in confusion, but she complies silently, standing up and crossing over to the window. she gathers the sheer curtains into their cuffs, and the moon is still making her way up the sky, a strong sliver keeping watch of her disciple. 

  it's the beast within that's spurned on, however, practically tasting the way maeve's heartrate fluctuates. that wicked python salivates, coiled tightly around ouroboros' core. for a moment, ouroboros isn't sure whether she's ruled by the python or whether it rules her. were they truly one in the same, the head eating the tail? 

  just a taste? 

  could she ever truly deny it? could she ever truly deny herself? 

  "return to me, honey." 

  maeve pads toward the bed again, crawling into the warmed arms of her mistress. their limbs tangle around each other, still cautious of the jewelry adorning maeve's body. ouroboros makes a point of kissing each charm before placing her gorgon onto her back. 

  "you're absolutely stunning, love. should i reward you for our anniversary?" 

  the ghoul shyly nods, before adding: "whatever you would like, madame."   

  "first, a drink. on the house." 

  the malkavian bites unceremoniously into her hand and offers the red ichor to her gorgon. maeve takes the hand and drinks greedily, humming out her aroused approval. when she's finished, ouroboros licks her own hand clean. maeve's eyes appear frenzied, at first, but the effect fades once she's swallowed it all. 

  "you always took to the blood so well. tonight has been no different. let me finish your reward, my darling." 

  clawed fingertips trace over maeve's tattoo of the circular snake, but she's much more interested in that new piercing further below it. as if by instinct, maeve spreads her legs to give her mistress full access. it's hard to hear anything over the pounding of the woman's heart, but ouroboros doesn't need to hear her moans to know how good her tongue feels. she licks up and against the piercing before sucking it onto her tongue. it's already fully healed, but still so sensitive, and ouroboros knows how to play that to her advantage! maeve jolts against the malkavian's mouth, exhaling a shaky breath. 

  "mistress," she whines softly, but ouroboros doesn't stop the movement of her mouth. if she were human, her jaw would surely ache with how relentless she is. but she's practically a snake, unhinging its jaw to finish off its dinner. it seems like she can never get enough of her sweet-tasting gorgon, obscene noises surely heard throughout the whole hallway. she licks into her hungrily, even if this isn't exactly what she was after. the python makes sure to remind her. 

  drink.

  they taste so much better this way. let me do what i need to do, sugar. 

 
  the kindred's ears are attuned to the flow of her ghoul's blood, and when it finally seems to all build up, she stops suddenly, sinking teeth into her doll's neck, instead. the pinch of pain doesn't last before maeve is flooded with that dizzying, all-encompassing pleasure, and it's enough to knock her over the edge. her body convulses and she would cry out if she weren't limp in ouroboros' touch, held tenderly in her arms. her vision is filled with neon white light as she finishes, shaking and even more wet than before. 

  ouroboros, meanwhile, drinks in shy gulps, the feedback of maeve's pleasure looping between them. when the python seems satisfied, she licks the wound shut and kisses the skin as it knits back together. 

  "thank you, my darling. here's to another 30 years." 

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  "well, what did you tell her?" 

  "i told her that if she wanted to visit the hotel, she was welcome to! but that i did not guarantee a room with curtains for any camarilla loyalist." 

  "you didn't," harker's eyes go wide.

  "i did! i won't have my domain threatened! nor either of you, for that matter." 

  the chastising click of harker's tongue is overshadowed by the way she plays with miyako's hair, gently pulling the strands out of his lover's face. the dragon's arms wrap possessively around each partner, pulling them impossibly closer. clothes have been long forgotten, and the wine coursing through them is enough to dull any ache from their adventurous night. 

  "prue, my darling," miyako purrs the name after awhile, "how are you feeling?" 

  the kindred's smile is hazy and her eyes closed, but she nods closer into miyako's neck. 

  "very well, thank you," she's all dead weight into that artificial warmth. 

  miyako doesn't mind rousing her blood to hold her lovers warmly. 

  "and harker?" 

  "mm?" 

  "you're satisfied?" 

  the cobra's grin is drowsy at best, humming in the affirmative. 

  "good." 

  miyako leans forward to plant a kiss on both their foreheads. 

  "i love you both dearly," even though she doesn't have to say it anymore. they all know well enough. 

  "mmlove you," harker mumbles back. prue's soft sigh is answer enough. 

  it feels as if, if just for a day, the sun rises gentler over little tokyo that morning. 

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‎ fran isn't sure when it got this bad. like smoking, it didn't start out as a bad habit, it was just a one-time thing that spiraled out of control. 

‎ it was a really bad week. 

‎ he's not sure why he entered the cafe that afternoon, but it felt like his feet were walking themselves there. he ordered an espresso that he didn't drink, but that didn't mean he wouldn't use it. and really, fran almost didn't notice that ricky was there, except for the fact his smile was bright enough even a thinblood could feel it. 

‎ . . . it made sense to see where they went next. fran had never been to that local bookstore on that corner. he still uses some of the recipes from the cookbook he got to justify his visit.

‎ before he knew it, fran learned their favorite route home to the fancy new flat he didn't get to visit. he never thought vampirism would make him a fucking stalker. more than that, he thought ricky would get better about shutting his curtains by now. 

‎ fran kicked the habit before he got to see if they ever replaced them. their bed was not his coffin. he knew that.  

‎ he wouldn't become a mindless monster. not yet. not toward him.